Urge to Wonder

A brief encounter is without explanation; I used to be a human. Come to go as I please. Many wombs but one body I search while everyone believes. Here comes the vampire; she is a person, she is me, she is a woman bleeding facial expressions, she exists inside a dream.

Spiderweb morbose theatrical film, a residual continuation from ego manifestation; purple, blue, bruise, pink, goo. Black jets smoke platinum blades as a rotating chamber impersonating an atom violates mankind, whomever they may be, I did not introduce myself, no formal greeting.

".....she's sort of here."

"More than the last things...."

"Holograms ain't so bad after watching her do what we asked."

"Better than those damn freaking droid walkers she was before."

"Did she have to pick the weirdest looking ones?"

"....she thought it was humorous."

"I still don't understand her damn English."

".....the kid does."

"She likes her quite a bit."

"Do you think she knows we're talking about her?"

"She looks to be struggling some kind of emotion."

"I think they call it......pain."

"Misery?"

"Anguish?"

"Sorrow?"

"Maybe all the same. I suppose we should ask her.....uh oh I think her words rub off on my skin."

"Is this skin?"

"Is hers?"

"Ask her!"

"When will she wake up?"

".....only she knows."

"Who?"

"The lady who made her!"

"Who makes this?"

".....some kind of amazing creature."

"She smiles even in pain. Strange....do you suppose that is this death she speaks of? She says it is a black grin."

".........she will speak again eventually. She won't remember any of this. Time for her to go through with the machine and plant herself in that house."

"Plants?"

"Botanical creations?"

"What of them?"

"She is like them?"

"Maybe so. She is very much asleep."

"....lets put her in the fang box."

".....I don't think it's going to work on this one."

"Why not?"

".....well.....look at her teeth."

"Oh."

"Oh..."

"Oh!"

Neon flux caramelizes a puff, varying degrees of popping fever, colors remind me of nights I might of been free; people dress for white shade of cemetery trees. Hunger is a fascination, how unfortunate to starve from wealth; green leaves taste bitter, harvest is a known being which ripens sadistically. I cannot fool an earth accepting what I am.

"What was she like?"

"....she's the most beautiful of women to me and whom I most admire out of anyone I desire to be a part of me evermore."

"...so you going to talk like that to those people you got to be around?"

"....why what's wrong with it? I got lots of talk if you don't like that shit I mean come on what the fuck you getting at? Who's going to understand what I am saying if they aren't god damn fucking human?"

"Okay I understand what she said."

"Yes we all did but she sounds like a vampire."

"So we had to kidnap her after that last rampage."

".....can't let her fool us again."

".....I think she needs to go in there again."

"Why?"

"We need to videotape this shit."

"....cool."

"What was up with all those people?"

".....cool."

"....hey........hey what should we call her?"

"....uh.....well.....let's call her whatever the lady named her."

"What did she name you?"

"Baby Girl."

"....we can't call you that!"

"....Boo."

"...anymore left?"

".....Honey Bear, Fuzzy Cuddle, Mine, Grape Nuzzle, Tiger Lily, Cub, Kitten, Cocoa Sugar, Sunny, Mine, Me, Kid, Mine...."

"Alright so we'll call you Victoria."

"Okay."

"Uh so we're going to put you in this box."

"Yes..."

"....then we're going to let you go."

"Okay...."

"...cool!"

I am the worst notion of preconception; the wilderness is tame unto me as I ride a spiral curl indicating strands fallen from bat wings. Who knew a word without speaking verbs, curses, people, and things; who knew a question regulates deeper tendencies, exhalation lives beneath the mirror hydroponic, sadly we may drown a sigh of peculiar relief.